Things have gone missing and have moved, seemingly of their own volition, throughout the year. Mostly, it's just been irritating. The item that worried me was the Chef Knife. I have six, new, not-very-good-quality-but-sharp knives. Okay, I have 5. One has been missing for a few weeks now. I didn't put it in any of my silly hiding spots. The Community Schools group swears that they didn't touch it. I can't see any of the kids sneaking off with it (Really. It disappeared between labs, and they'd have to get into a cupboard and into a drawer.) None of the other staff know anything. It's just weird.
Well, it got a little weirder today. I found a knife. Not that one, either! Actually, I found 3 knives, a chef's knife and two paring knives. They have a decent edge, so I assume I sharpened them this year, and then put them... into my ESL lesson bin?
As I tidied the detritus of the year, I spotted the contents of a plastic tub. "Tchaikovsky? I was going to teach music? What was I thinking?" So, I opened up the bin to rummage through a melange of music books and Canadiana. And 3 knives.
So far, I cannot think of what prompted me to put 3 knives in a bin and then forget about them, for most of the year. I hope I remember. But until I do, the Poltergeist gets the blame.
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